Amy uses it, of course.

Brendan's heart starts to pound in his chest as a looming unease grows in his heart. He pushes the paranoia aside, and sighs. "Just be careful with it, You know how valuable it. is."

"So that means you'll do it?"

"Wait, do what?" He states, right before he was about to take a big bit of his leafy greens.

"Zap!" Amy laughs as she points the gun at his mouth and fires. The gun itself doesn't make a zap sound, but rather an electric 'pop', somewhere between the sound of a blown fuse, and the crack of a taser. Whether her aim was true, or perhaps the gun responded to some subconscious intention, Brendan suddenly finds his mouth tingling ferociously. He draws back his lips, and sticks out his tongue, as if to expel the sudden, and uncomfortable sensation, unable to see that his teeth and gums are glowing a faint blue for a second.

"Dammit Amy! No! I just told you to be careful." He hisses, as he drops his fork and reaches for the gun.

"I am being careful. You didn't say I couldn't use it though."

He reaches for it again from across the table, and she holds it back with ease, thanks to his diminished size. "You're about to steal someones smile, I'd say that's not being careful."

"We can trade them back. Besides, it'll be cute!" She insists, leaning back in her chair, and leveling the gun at her target.

"Yeah, but we'll be found out!" He leaps over the table, sending the food scattering to the floor as he makes one final lunge for the raygun.